Write towards you
***
They wrote
a mnemonic, I trash
eros
***
I close my eyes
to hold running water in cupped hands
as it leaks into the wild grass of some day
***
A steak's psyche
is a steak until you add rosemary
Then it’s a married piece of meat
a trudging bovine
a fucking bull
charging a red beyond
***
I watched him shake off his temper
dust his hooves
and feed at my hand
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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